Tuesday, 30 October 2012

Wolves at the Gates

Envy, avarice and thirst for power have driven many to enmity with the flourishing and bountiful Holy Sigmarite Empire. Dark powers long asleep now seize the chance to usurp what they can from an empire that finds itself exposed and vulnerable during bloody civil war.

Though generally a peaceful province, Rhan’k’adanra has in the past found itself on the sharp end of Imperial ambitions, her borders squeezed by the ever-expanding Holy Sigmarite Empire. Now close neighbours, the differences between the two realms has become more focused. Of greatest contention, the people of Rhan’k’adanra are pagan worshippers who put the protection of the country and indeed their very lives in the hands of their many manifest “gods”. Under the beneficence of this profilic pantheon the folk of Rhan’k’adanra enjoy simple lives of agriculture and craftsmanship. These pagan deities are appalling to the oft-times dogmatically religious Sigmarites and the resulting culture clash has caused friction between the two nations on more than one occasion.

The war within the Holy Sigmarite Empire poses a unique prospect to Rhan’k’adanra. With the mighty Alptraum armies redeployed to the north the people of Rhan’k’adanra have an opportunity to claim dominion over the rich lands of Hoffenland and the Nimarn valley that have long been denied to them by the dominant Empire. The druid-lords of Rhan’k’adanra have reached an understanding with the Drazkharovs: in return for harrying the southern marches and diverting Imperial attentions, the Drazkharovs have agreed to cede lands to Rhan’k’adanra should they win the imperial throne.

The complex culture of the Domovoi means little to the ruling classes of the Holy Sigmarite Empire, who regard them as primitive barbarians. A nomadic tribal people of the Kaalroen Empire, the Domovoi roam the Canabrin plains, often making forays south into the fertile Canaur valley. These frequent incursions have earned them the enmity of not only the Emperor but also the Drazkharovs, whose lands lie closest to the plains.

The Domovoi draw no distinction between the Imperialists and the Rebels. They simply see the rich pickings to be had from raiding into a weakened Empire. The Tsar of Novgorod rouses the Pantheon and the Domovoi war-hosts to plunder their way across the Holy Sigmarite Empire.

The Lords of Lamentation have been in seclusion for so long few remember their last public appearance. Without firm leadership, their city had devolved into infighting and anarchy as dreadlords and nobles vied for mastery over their neighbours. The coastal raids of the Black Arks continued under their individual captains, but without a strong will to unite the corsairs and reavers of the island city, they have posed little coherent threat to the outside world. Some had begun to speculate that the lords had feuded within their midnight towers so long as to have slain one another, leaving none to command and none fit for rule.

But with the ignition of civil war in the Holy Sigmarite Empire, the Druchii are as sharks drawn to the blood-scent of wounded prey. The Master of the Tower, a forbidding figure clad in the dull red of dried blood, silver armour chased in gold, has approached each corsair captain and reaver king in turn. He has presented them a writ of authority forged in iron and stamped with the seal of the highest Lord of Lamentation. It presents a single command: the Empire of Men will burn.

The fleets cross the Straits of Angfang to land a corsair host onto the shores of Flackland. Now the reaving will begin in earnest.

The Drazkharov influence has reached far and wide, even to the relatively new settlements of the imperial colony of Adler an Zee. The fortified town of Scorcio was founded upon the banks of the Tiban in the shadow of the ruins of fallen Aquila. The Drazkharovs were eager to link themselves to their ancestral homeland, their forebears having left behind myriad treasures and artefacts as they were forced to abandon the burning city.

As with so many of the Drazkharov’s schemes, they first aligned themselves to the ruling elite of Scorcio through a carefully arranged marriage. Over a century later, the citadel is now firmly under the control of House Drazkharov through their now-cousin, the Baron Giovanni d’Cadavero.

The crisis in the Holy Sigmarite Empire has yet to spill over into the overseas territories. But as Ogre mercenaries prepare to depart from the colonies to answer the Emperor’s summons, Giovanni Cadavero sets his sights upon the city Ulrichshafen. With the Ogres absent little will stand in his way of the Count realising his vision of appointing himself as Grand Duke of Aranur, undisputed master of the colonies.

His Most Tyrannical Majesty, Master of Boiling Peak, Future Overlord of All Palurin – some of the many self-aggrandising titles Grey Seer Typhus has bestowed upon himself. His machinations are not merely for glory, plunder, or political rivalry. Rather, Typhus envisions himself as ruler of the entire world, his Skaven legions spread across the globe enforcing his iron will, with the subjugated nations revering him as a living god.

Typhus hopes to see the civil war of the man-things collapse their empire in upon itself and he's more than willing to lend a helping claw. The fall of the empire will leave a power vacuum that only he alone, of course, has the might and will to dominate. The coastal towns of the Holy Sigmarite Empire have begun sighting putrid warp-steam clouds billowing out at sea, heralding the coming of weird and wonderful vessels and a fleet of outlandish airships that can only be of the incomprehensible designs typical of Skaven mad-cap technology. Crammed within the holds of the fleet, innumerable rat-men prepare to descend to gnaw upon the weakened Holy Sigmarite Empire and hasten its downfall.

Sunday, 28 October 2012

Allies Abroad

The Holy Sigmarite Empire does not stand alone as war and darkness threaten to consume it. The House of Alptraum has never been idle in matters of diplomacy, and the Emperor can count upon many friends from nations far afield.

Many of the Ogre mercenary bands that have fought in the employment of the Holy Sigmarite settled in the colony of Adler an Zee. Lured initially but the region’s warmer climes, the Ogres found frontier life suited their adventurous nature.

Now that the Empire goes to war the Ogres find themselves called upon once again to fight in the name of Sigmar. The Alptraums have always proved reliable clients who pay on time, in turn for which the Ogres have time and again shown themselves staunch soldiers whose loyalty (at least to the Imperial Treasury) can always be counted upon.

But the Drazkharov shadow reaches far indeed – as the Ogres prepare to set sail from Ulrichshafen, further up the River Tiban the fortress town of Scorcio may yet prove the dagger at their back.

Centuries ago it was the Dwarves who toppled the ancient empire of Aquila in the bitter conflict recorded in Dwarf history as The Ghoul Wars. Few veterans still live who remember that time, but the memory of the atrocities and cruelty perpetrated by the vampire regime lingers still in the Dwarf psyche.

With Aquila’s descendants rising to power in the Holy Sigmarite Empire the Dwarves are compelled to act, lest the hardships and losses suffered in The Ghoul Wars prove to have been for naught. Perhaps more pressing, the Dwarf settlement of Karak Haraz lies scant leagues from the Drazkharov stronghold of the Krähefort. With the undead armies massing in the shadow of that forbidding citadel, can the Dwarves afford to ignore the threat?

The Dragon Lords of Mellvellon have seen their might tested and their resources drained by numerous decade-spanning wars against the Skaven hordes of Grey Seer Typhus. Yet, distant as they are from the crisis in the Holy Sigmarite Empire, the Elves still consider the Sigmarites as allies and friends. They cannot turn a blind eye in an hour of need.

Some sceptics pose a more cynical slant on Mellvellon’s interest, suggesting that the Elves simply wish to maintain a political balance and a strong Empire in the west to preserve their own foreign interests and keep in check the power of their dark cousins of Lamentation. Whatever their true motivation, Mellvellon nevertheless sends what troops she can spare to fight for the cause of House Alptraum in defence of the Empire.

The Battle of the Chapel

As Ivan ravages Pellenar his cousin, Count Viktor Drazkharov, marches his own rebel army into Dortland, with the infamous Black Knights of The Grimholt forming the steel-clad vanguard.

Viktor descends on Gross Dortbeck, with the aim of securing a southern base of supply at the mouth of the Great Cannaur River. The threat posed to Galamory and Sudhafen cannot be ignored by imperial forces and the army of Sudhafen, led by the Steel Count Toumas von Schaffernacker, moves east to intercept the rebels. Count Toumas blocks Viktor’s advance at the village of Mittelhamm, using the houses and the local chapel to garrison his troops and so turns the town into a make-shift fort.

Viktor’s attack is ferocious, his rebel army supported by undead beasts. As the battle unfolds, capture of the Chapel proves crucial; the commanding position acts as a redoubt from which a large contingent of the imperial forces can mount sorties against the undead lines before they regroup back behind the safety of the walls. Viktor’s assault is supported by shrieking bat-winged terrors wheeling in the grey skies above, borne upon tattered black wings suffused with dark magicks. Below, the Steel Count’s knights charge through the cobbled streets, and the renowned Greatswords of Sudhafen clash in bitter hand-to-hand fighting with marauding ghouls that try to storm over the walls of the graveyard.

The battle ends in a decisive victory for the Drazkharovs when, after hours of sorties and repulsed assaults, Viktor’s troops surround the Chapel and put the buildings and the grounds to the torch, burning the few remaining devout Sigmarite warriors who steadfastly refuse to flee. The imperial cavalry, unable to break the encirclement, can only look on helplessly as the town goes up in flames.

With his army almost destroyed and his son Rickard badly wounded, Toumas withdraws west to the safety of Sudhafen, leaving open the road to Gross Dortbeck. Viktor wasted no further time and quickly moved south to invest the town.

Frightened locals flee their homes at the sight of Drazkharov banners appearing on the horizon. The terror of the Drazkharov Rebellion strikes deep into the Imperialist southern provinces.

Thursday, 25 October 2012

Battle of Franzbruck

The Drazkharovs quickly turn their attention towards securing their power base in the north following the Battle of Weissbruck. It soon becomes apparent that the Emperor is summoning the military might of the Imperial armies to counter the Drazkharov uprising. The province of Pellenar stands an imperialist island amid a Drazkharov ocean, a thorn in the side that holds back an otherwise total dominion over the northern provinces. The vampires soon elect to turn on Pellenar and crush her before the Lord Titus Aureus can join his strength to the Imperial army or, worse, move to catch the rebel forces in a pincer movement.

Having escaped the field at Weissbruck, Count Ivan makes his way to the Drazkharov strongholds in Mallenstein to muster new forces. In a few weeks he is once again the commander of another mighty host, a melting pot of disciplined state troopers loyal to their Drazkharov masters and a horde of shambling undead thralls.

Ivan drives his army south through the cover of the Mallenstein Forest with all haste, but the seasoned Titus Aureus is not so easily caught off guard. All too aware of the danger his realm faces from the threat of envelopment by Drazkharov forces, The Lion had already mustered the famously resplendent cavalry hosts of Pellenar at the town of Saarborn and is ready to intercept Ivan’s army as it emerges from the forests and onto the plain of Pellenar.

The ensuing clash would become the Battle of Franzbruck. It is a frantic and bloody affair, with heavy casualties on both sides, the rival generals throwing themselves into the thick of the fighting. Gradually, the ferocity of the undead horrors and their sheer weight in numbers tells in favour of the rebel host as Titus’ cavalry becomes bogged down in close-quarter fighting. Ivan himself then leads the final charge, smashing Titus’ forces and routing them from the field.

Yet Ivan fails to seize upon the strength of his victory. Rather than pursue Titus and annihilate the Pellenar army piecemeal, he takes stock of his own heavy losses and holds back from pursuit, fearing to advance further without reinforcements. Instead, Ivan turns his soldiers over to ravaging and plundering the Pellenar hinterlands. The cost to the peasants of Saarborn and surrounding villages is terrible indeed, as the terror attacks coincide with Domovoi raids from across the Mallvass mountains.

Ivan’s delay gives Titus vital time to rally his armies at the capital of Auleaena. He is able to meet the Domovoi raiding parties with superior forces, without his supply lines being harried by Drazkharov scouts. Though a ruthless move in which Titus sacrifices much, his peasant-folk falling victim to Ivan’s predators as they rove the countryside unchecked, the calculated strategy results in a decisive military victory that scatters the Domovoi back across the mountains and allows Titus’ armies the opportunity to regroup and rearm to face the next Drazkharov onslaught.

Empire in Flames - the year 666PC

Wednesday, 24 October 2012

Shadow in the North: The Rebel Forces

The worst kept secret in the Empire can no longer be ignored - the taint of vampirism now looms large over the north. The ties of the Blood Kiss run deep in the lines of the aristocracy, with many owing their power, position and allegiance to the Drazkharov’s politicking. The outbreak of war sees the House of Drazkharov make its bid for power. Following the religious persecutions throughout Holwingen and Mallenstein, the Priesthood of Morr can no longer defend the crypts and graveyards of those dark lands. As the banners are called, the dead rise up to march to war.

The matriarch of the House of Drazkharov, the Mother of vampirism in the west, the Queen of the Midnight Court. Yet Countess Anastasia arrived in the Holy Sigmarite Empire a destitute refugee. She fled the ruin of her family following the Fall of Aquila and over the centuries since has steadily climbed her way through Imperial aristocracy to become one of the most powerful and influential nobles of the realm.

Once daughter to a long-ago Emperor and sister to another, Anastasia claims descent of the ancient bloodline of the Tyrannii. She seeks to rekindle the glory of her forbears and her thirst for power is boundless. Following her marriage into and ascension to power over the House of Drazkharov, Anastasia’s progeny has now spread their terrible curse to ensnare many other noble houses, binding the fates of each to that of House Drazkharov.

The seeds of ambition finally bear fruit as the scions of Aquila answer their sire’s call to arms. The Counts of the north unite to topple one of the greatest dynasties of the Palurin and place their grandmother Anastasia on the imperial throne.

The brooding lands of Holwingen are made all the darker for lying in Ivan’s shadow. Envy of the lords in the south and paranoia of enemies at home have left Ivan an unstable man. His delusions have left him given to acts of immeasurable cruelty in order that he maintain his stranglehold over the north. It is these depravities that have proved most difficult for the Drazkharovs in their efforts to conceal their secret from the rest of the world. It is only Anastasia’s iron will that has held Ivan in check.

Yet the people of Holwingen hold a strange loyalty for their lord and master. Obedience to the Count has kept the people safe from foreign threats. Enemies from across the border are subjected to the full brutality of Ivan’s bloody hand in defence of his realm. “A beast in the hand is worth two in the bush” has become a common proverb amongst the folk of Holwingen.

As the Lord of the Krähefort, Ivan has a huge military force at his disposal. With the eruption of civil war Ivan’s callous and sadistic appetite will become the terror weapon that the Drazkharovs unleash upon the southern provinces.

The indomitable fortress of The Grimholt lies at the strategically crucial junction of the Greater and Lesser Cannaur Rivers - it is no accident that is was there that Anastasia planted her grandson, Viktor. A soldier and tactician of extraordinary ability, Viktor’s fingertip feel for the ebb and flow of battle has won him countless victories.

Steeped in the blood of the thousands he has slain, the Crimson Count presents an imminent threat for Imperialist forces from his vantage point at the Grimholt. Where his cousin Ivan is the bestial claw that will tear at the Imperial armies, Viktor is the rapier thrust with which the Drazkharovs seek to deliver the decisive killing blow.

The Doyenne of Ratzberg, Madame Maxime is an eccentric recluse, even by a vampire’s standards. Descended from the House of Drazkharov through the female line, she has been variously allied to or feuding with the family since her marriage to the ageing Count Volbeck. The Drazkharovs and Volbecks have long held one another in distrust, each having rival designs for dominion over the lands of their shared neighbour of Pellenar.

Though a changeable and unreliable ally, Madame Maxime has for the time-being aligned herself to the Drazkharov cause. Ever the opportunist, Madame Maxime will seize every chance to make gains out of the losses that the rich southern provinces will inevitably suffer as the chaos of war engulfs the land. When the dust settles, Maxime intends to find herself and her lands secure, and more powerful than ever.

Tuesday, 23 October 2012

For Crown and Country: The Imperial Forces

The House of Alptraum has reigned as the imperial family of the Holy Sigmarite Empire since its founding. Centuries-old alliances form strong political and family ties that bind the aristocracy of the Empire. The Imperial Army can rely on the support of many loyal nobles and their bannermen as they unite under the Alptraum standard. The defence of the throne and the very survival of the Empire itself will count upon the courage, mettle and conviction of the brave men of the south.

Second in line to the Imperial Throne, the young Prince Karl is the Alptraum dynasty’s representative on the field of battle, a man to inspire loyalty and bravery in the common men. Dashing and daring, at the age of just twenty-two he has already shown himself to be a man of courage in the face of a terrible enemy.

Karl fights with the invincibility of youth, but he is also a man of deep conviction that belies his age. His faith and courage inspires his men, who will gladly follow him into the jaws of the beast that rises in the north. Karl’s selfless (some might say reckless), lead-by-example, head-of-the-charge style of command has emboldened the soldiers of the Empire and won their adoration. Where Prince Karl rides, so too do the hopes of Imperial victory.

Only very recently elected by the Conclave of Arch Lectors, Ignatius would, in peace-time, have proved an unremarkable and unmemorable man as the head of Sigmar’s Church. Chosen as a steady hand at the tiller, Ignatius is an even-tempered, tolerant and unassuming man who was a choice of compromise between the conservative and radical wings of the church. However, thrust into the spotlight by recent events and the tensions raised by the emerging Puritan Movement, Ignatius now treads an unenviable path. The coming months will be a test of his leadership as he tries to hold together disparate factions of the clergy in these troubled times.

The divide between north and south could well be reflected in a schism that threatens to split the church should Ignatius not prove the man for the challenge. His first duty to the people of the Empire is to see that they hold true to their beliefs at a time when faith is about to be tested to its limits.

Von Schaffernacker, like many of southern his contemporaries, finds his conservative and traditionalist sensibilities at odds with the brash zealotry of the Puritan Movement. Neverthless the von Schaffernacker’s are a deeply religious family and they abhor the malevolent influence of dark magic that pervades the north.

It has been remarked of the Count that he is a man “steel of faith, who puts his faith in steel”. Uncompromising and direct, he has earned a mixed reception at the Imperial Court and is regarded by some of the other high-ranking nobility as blunt and rude. His military prowess is in no doubt however, and the city of Sudhafen blossoms as a direct result of his continuing protection.

The Count seeks to defend the Holy Sigmarite Empire from enemies at home and abroad. His loyalty is to the crown and the realm, though some have noted that this does not necessarily equate to a loyalty to the Alptraum dynasty.

As his ancestors fought to protect their homeland, so too does Titus hold his borders against the predations of the north. He has carefully managed diplomatic relations with neighbours and made friends of potential enemies following Pellenar’s union with the Holy Sigmarite Empire. Yet when it is necessary Titus is equally ruthless with those who prove his erstwhile foes, many of whom have learnt their folly beneath the thundering hooves of the Pellenar cavalry charge.

The people of Pellenar harbour a deep distrust for magic and Titus is no exception. He holds no esteem for the House of Drazkharov and has long held them at arms’ length to protect his people from their machinations.

With the call to arms, Titus has firmly aligned himself to the Emperor. The glorious cavalry of Pellenar form the steel claw with which the Lion will crush the rebel hosts.

Sunday, 21 October 2012

The Battle of Weissbruck

The Imperial Army sent to apprehend Count Ivan Drazkharov found itself attacked outside its camp at the town of Weissbruck. Prince Karl himself quickly assembled his troops to lead the army in a counter attack.

As the morning fog cleared, the full scope of the treachery unfolded; emerging from the mists, Holwingen soldiers marched side by side with creeping ghouls, slavering wolves, fell monsters and bat-winged terrors from darkest nightmare, and everywhere flew the crimson banner of House Drazkharov.

The Prince’s artillery hammered the foe, rockets and shot pounding the enemy lines as the air choked with smoke and fire. But the horrific beasts that Ivan had summoned marched on to tear into the Imperial lines. The Count himself proved to be a ravening beast, a clawed terror against whom none could stand. Only the courageous charge of the Prince and his Household Cavalry could check the undead advance, smashing into the vanguard and through to break the back of Ivan’s army. Yet the Count himself escaped the field to return to the Krähefort.

With the artillery train destroyed and his army exhausted Prince Karl was forced to withdraw back to the safety of the town, unable to give chase.

When news of the battle reached Sigmarheim the Drazkharovs at the Imperial Court had already disappeared, presumably having fled north. The Emperor declared Ivan and his family outlaws and enemies of the Empire. No emissary was sent from the north to sue for terms or explain the incident at Weissbruck. The only news from the north would be increasingly frequent reports of undead forces massing across Holwingen and Mallenstein. Following the religious persecutions of the Puritan Movement, the Priesthood of Morr could no longer defend the crypts and graveyards of those dark lands and the necromancers roamed unchecked.

As the Emperor calls his banners in the south in defence of the realm, in the north the dead rise up to march to war. The Drazkharov Rebellion has begun.

Wednesday, 17 October 2012

Starting positions - 665PC

Spark in the Tinderbox

The year 665PC sees the untimely and quite unexpected death of the Grand Theogonist Cornelius I. Appearing to have succumbed to spontaneous exsanguination in his bathtub, having being hale and healthy the very same morning, his death throws the Church of Sigmar into disarray. Conclave is called to elect a successor to the Holy Seat of Sigmar. Alas, the process drags on for weeks as contending Arch Lectors are variously found dead, have fled the city, or mysteriously withdraw themselves from nominations.

Meanwhile, the small but increasingly popular Puritan Movement gains support in the north. Regarded by some as an extreme branch of the Church, the Lector Boris Drazkharov nonetheless seizes upon the Puritan’s distaste for "idolatry" and "vanities" forming part of religious worship. The churches and shrines of Holwingen are systematically purged of their symbols and relics of Sigmar in favour of a more austere aesthetic. Churches in Mallenstein quickly follow suit. As the strength of the Puritan movement rises it begins to challenge the Empire’s other religious orders, considering the worship of other deities anathema. The Puritan’s scorn falls upon the faithful of Manaan, Morr and Ulric. Non-Puritans are derided and castigated for not adhering to the worship of the One True God and Saviour, Most Holy Sigmar.

Puritan zeal is whipped up by the Machiavellian Lector Boris. Priests of these other faiths soon find themselves persecuted across Holwingen, and rapidly, the rest of the north. Boris personally goes to great lengths to vilify the priests of Morr. Scores of that brotherhood suffer at the hands of the Puritans and many of Morr’s temples and shrines are put to the torch by Puritan lynch mobs.

After three months of delay, in Sigmarheim the Conclave is finally ended with the appointment of the new Grand Theogonist Ignatius I. He is appalled at the excesses of the Puritans in the north and calls for immediate cessation of their activities. Conversely, with Boris Drazkharov fanning the flames of religious fervour, the Puritan movement labels the newly appointed Ignatius a heretic for tolerating any who would stray from Sigmar's pure light.

The Grand Theogonist issues a warrant for the arrest of Boris Drazkharov and number of other Puritan leaders. However Boris finds support in his cousin, the Count Ivan Drazkharov of Holwingen. The armed escort sent to apprehend Boris is intercepted en route and the men are massacred by Holwingen state troops.

This incident causes outrage and draws the attention of the Imperial Court in Sigmarheim. With tensions beginning to reach crisis point, and a schism threatening to sunder the Church, the Emperor has little choice but to dispatch the soldiery of House Alptraum to take Count Ivan and Lector Boris into custody, so that they may be brought before the Throne to answer for their actions.

But the Drazkharovs are ready. As the Alptraum troops take rest and make camp outside the town of Weissbruck on their route northward, an army raised at the Krähefort descends out of the mist on the Holwing Hills.

Wednesday, 10 October 2012

Daemon outbreak

The High Elves and Skaven in Palurin had been at each other's throats for centuries, ever since the Elves had established the colony of Sein Creban close to Boiling Peak. Most years only small skirmishes took place but every so often both sides would marshal great forces to war and magic would split the skies apart.

Such magical energy being unleashed is not safe for the world, and there are those who theorise it was unchecked magics that caused the downfall of the long lost civilisations of Palurin. Whatever the truth in 591PC, near the Elf-Skaven border, great rips appeared in the sky and daemonic forces dedicated to the dark prince Slaanesh spilled out to attack both sides.

The Skaven were the first to be set upon. The rat-men attempted to marshall their forces into some sort of defence but the daemonic assault was too swift. The claws of the Slaaneshi warriors eagerly tore apart fur and bone massacring the squealing Skaven.

Elsewhere the High Elves had more time to prepare before the attack, their mages sensing the approaching danger. Their vat-grown ogres marched from Ogreguard to meet the daemons on the field on battle. Their tough hides protecting them from slashing claws, the ogres soon turned the tide and in ribbons of pastel light the daemons were banished back. Perhaps the elves could have urged their ogre warriors on into the now-undefended Skaven realms, but with the rifts still glittering in the skies above they were unwilling to leave their lands undefended. The ogres returned to Ogreguard, the elven mages began their vigil against what may be coming.

All over Palurin its inhabitants looked into the night sky to see a pink corona of light in the distance and ponder its meaning. In the daemon-worshipping lands of Rank'an'Adanra they rejoiced at the sight. Their gods were coming closer to Palurin than ever.

Tuesday, 2 October 2012

New skaven faction

Though the increasingly paranoid Typhus stayed plotting in Boiling peak the Skaven were not idle towards the end of the 6th Century. New clans and alliances were forming and new warlords emerged to try and win glory in the eyes of Typhus, or possibly break free of his tyrannical yoke.

In 586 rat-men poured from the tunnels around the Holy Sigmarite Empire city of Sudhafen. This was a dangerous time for the HSE as factional accusations and infighting was threatening to tear the once great land apart. The Emperor was unwilling to send troops to help Sudhafen, fearing an attack to the capital Sigmarheim. It was fortunate therefore that the Von Schaffernackes family of Hoffenland had recently formed a military guard of their own. Despite the presence of fearsome Skaven weapons of war and mighty rat-monsters the staunch defenders of humanity were able to repulse the attack and seal up the tunnels from which the rats had emerged.

A Skaven army bearing similar clan markings was seen in great force only a year later in the west, attacking Cuitlaxaochitzin. The confident Slann sent their skink hordes to deal with the invaders but the new clan seemed a wily bunch and managed to force the lizardmen to a standstill before returning to their tunnels. Neither side could claim a victory but Cuitlaxaochitzin now had to be wary and in Typhus' kingdom a new power was rising.